Dixieland

I am the Kilrain, I'm a fightin' man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took my leave of there And I crossed the ocean in the Arrianne The vilest tub afloat And the captain's brother was a railroad man And he met us at the boat So I joined up with the 20th Maine Like I said, my friend, I'm a fighting man Marchin' south in the pouring rain We're all goin' down to Dixieland I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And we fight for Chamberlain 'Cause he stood right with us When the Johnnies came like a banshee on the wind When the smoke cleared out of Gettysburg Many a mother wept For many a good boy died there, sure And the air smelled just like death I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I'd march to hell and back again For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain We're all goin' down to Dixieland I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I damn all gentlemen Whose only worth is their father's name And the sweat of a workin' man Well, we come from the farms and the city streets A hundred foreign lands And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat Now we're all Americans I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine And did I tell you, friend, I'm a fightin' man And I'll not be back this way again 'Cause we're all goin' down to Dixieland